@Gravescratch perks his helm up from his hiding spot in a large pile of rubble, all six antennae perking up in interest, and climbs out of the hole to get a better look at… whatever that is with all the limbs. Is that some sort of… no, actually, he doesn’t have /any/ idea what that it. The intimidatingly large mech near it doesn’t seem to be acting like it’s terribly dangerous, at least. Still… is he /really/ curious enough to go and see what- who is he kidding, yes, he is curious enough.

arctos-sleuth:

@gravescratch

Specter had known something was alive in the rubble, but the sheer bulk of it had hindered his readings. At least until the bot had pulled itself out.

Bruin debates for a moment on pretending to ignore it and maintaining the element of surprise, but shuffles that aside quickly. Spotter and the wolves are off on long distance recon, alert to what’s happening but unconcerned as Bruin is.

A silent command is given, and Specter, in all his shadowy glory, whips around to face the mound of rubble hiding the unknown entity. Neck coiled back, tail arched, and legs planted, his biolights flickering out. He is more than eager to hunt, even if it’s only a turbofox.

::Steady Specs, no jumping the gun::

《I know the game, quit worrying》

Definitely intrigued but still a bit cautious, Gravescratch hauls himself up onto the top of the rubble, making himself clearly visible as a sign that this isn’t an ambush. Six long antennae perk up and quiver, another clear “hello I am curious and not attacking you” gesture, and his primary optic brightens like a searchlight as he slowly begins to slink down off of the rubble heap. 

Not directly towards them, though. He doesn’t know what the response to a direct approach might be, so he slinks off to the side instead, still with his antennae perked in an effort to not make it look like he’s circling around the odd pair to get behind them. 

When he’s on level ground, he lifts himself up onto two legs, tilts his helm slightly, and very carefully approaches the two, all seven optics flicking back and forth between them. Hm. This looks like a reasonable place to be speaking from without having to shout, too, so… 

“Hello there. Pardon me for my curiosity, and my bluntness, but… may I inquire as to what you are?” he thrums, speaking in a surprisingly deep voice that apparently does not require him opening his mouth to speak clearly.